After surviving the night we continued south on the Stuart Highway towards Uluru, but before we got there we had one more stop to make. Before reading Bill Bryson’s book In a Sunburned Country while we were in Queensland I had never heard of the Devils Marbles or Karlu Karlu. His description of these mysterious looking rocks piqued my interest and the realization that they’re the only place to visit for miles around meant we had to stop. Boy, I’m glad we did because they are truly a fascinating site to behold. The precarious way the stones are piled up on top of each other and their seemingly geometrically perfect sphere shape leaves one dumbfounded.
We spent a lot of time bounding around the area, clambering up on top of some of them to take pictures and enjoy the view. [Later we did read that the traditional owners ask that you not climb the boulders, so our glee was overshadowed by guilt.] Most of that energy came from the excitement of seeing something so unique, but I can’t lie, some of that energy came from being trapped in a car driving for hours upon hours. There were few other people around, so we got to soak them in all on our own. After covering almost every square inch of the park that was reachable to us we reluctantly retreated back to our car to continue the drive. Next week we’ll cover our last night in the wilderness before reaching Uluru.